Ode to Laundry

You are nothing but a ragged towel used in countless forts, wiped the blue rain off soaking children. Dried off the mud covered dog used as a superman cape or a princess dress. You are squeezed into the washing machine. Like all the times before. Only to be waterlogged with memories and soap again. Water saturates your skin, seeping into your cotton soul. Bubbles engulf you like a flame. The hot colors burning you like a cold steam. But you already know that the love that has soaked into you will never scrub out.

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